Bedrock Heart

I come upon your truth
Unheard in words that
Are casually dropped
Into layers of meaning

There was no cataclysm
Worlds end
In a lowing despair
That is far more shattering
Then shrieking carnage

There was never
Enough space
For all expectations
To come into themselves
For love unconditional

Even gods can’t give
The thin mouth of caveats
Integers of love dependent
On such delicate circumstance

I come upon it
And lay as cold stones
On a lilt-less plane
Water pressed from
My bedrock heart

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